Grendy was the nickname of a certain lizard woman that belonged to a certain species of lizard-like people, who for convenience sake and a lack of ability to come up with interesting names, shall go yet unannounced. Grendy was currently, however, standing before the most important person in her entire species; the Queen.
You see, the species of which Grendy was apart of was all but completely infertile. Conceiving children was an impossibility for everyone. Except the queen.
Standing above Grendy, an already nearly 7 foot tall lizard, was the Queen, sitting idly on the throne at an impressive 30 feet tall. A size no doubt necessary for handling the amount of children necessary for the species to function. She was an imposing sight at nearly all times, and Grendy felt a bit nervous in her presence, even if she didn't particularly care for the whole 'royalty' thing, but she'd be personally summoned by her. And Grendy couldn't blame her. She was notoriously known among her own race as a bounty hunter, although she wasn't sure she fit that kind of description to a T. Sure, she'd do anything for money, but it generally involved less killing and more "odd favors". Deliveries, illegal abductions, unsanctioned torture... and doing the work of officials is standard for her, aswell, aslong as she's recieved more then a fair share of money up front.
At any rate, it made her the perfect candidate for the job being offered to her.
"Against the advice of my advisers," spoke the Queen, staring at Grendy curiously, "I've decided to ask YOU to help me find...males...to please me..." she said, visibly squirming in her seat for a moment before coughing and adding "...and to allow our race to continue to live on of course." Grendy looked around. She wasn't necessarily afraid of the Queen; hell, she was certain she could take her down in a fist fight right now. But there were atleast...30 to 40 armed guards lining the walls of the room, all pointing their guns straight at Grendy's head. She would have scoffed if she wasn't so sure that her head would be blown off. I guess that comes with being a notorious law-breaker. Still, though, Grendy's not doing this kind of work for free. "While I appreciate the offer, my queen... what am I getting in return?"
The queen tilted her head and looked at Grendy, squinting. "...I want this done as quickly as possible. How much were you aiming for, bounty hunter?" she said, and Grendy thought about it for a few seconds. This was the Queen, after all...she had to have money to spare, didn't she? "...how does 50 million sound?".
Silence.
The queen stared at her.
She stared at the queen.
...
"...I'll give you 60 if you get all the males today."
Jackpot.
As Grendy began running out of the room, nearly causing the agitated guards to discharge their weapons, the Queen watched, satisfied. Grendy would get her the males she wanted today, and she'd finally get the relief she so desperately wanted...
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Grendy boarded her ship, and in nearly no time at all, had already set off to find the males. She had atleast a day to get them all for that bonus. Plenty of time. Setting her computer to search the stars for the perfect men, that matched a number of attributes her species already had, she was already in orbit around a little blue-green planet called Earth. She wasn't entirely sure how she was going to go about doing this. She was on a very strict schedule that she had to keep, so considering her options, she...